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ANGELIQUE

Copyright © 1997 by HiQ


LEGAL STUFF:

The following story is NOT public domain, it is, however, freely
distributable as long as the following conditions are met:
   - No modifying allowed, excluding a removal of a possible news
     header or a change of file format (Note that the original text
     had 339 lines)
   - Hard copies can be made for personal use only
   - Sale or rental of the text or any portion therein is strictly
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     with commercial WWW sites

Also note that the story probably includes such pornographic material
whose viewing or even possessing might be illegal depending on your
local laws. This warning constitutes notice, actual or implied, that
acts associated with this story may constitute a potential violation
of law and the Author is not liable and/or responsible for any such
illegality.


INFORMAL STUFF:

Yo, check this shit out! In the course of times I have had experiences
with not only mainly american stories of A-S-S, but also some of more
national content. The following story is a fusion of my experiences -
hard to say what's from where, since lots of ideas _are_ interlapping
but the (hopefully) humorous approach is taken outside of the
mainstream and brings (another hopefully) welcome change to the mass
of somewhat boring stories.

I would also like to mention that the email address hiq@mobsters.com
is there for your comments BUT be warned that merely annoying emails
like "r u m or f?" will be immediately deleted without any reply while
more menacing or tasteless ones just might be reported to your ISP. If
you think you can muster more than 5 lines of reasonable commentary
then, by all means, do enlighten me with your insights.

One more thing, just for those people who archive/rate these stories:
do inform me, just as an act of courtesy. After all, as an author of
practically free piece of erotic literature, I do think I deserve that
much.

Thank you for reading the boring stuff! Now let's get on with the
juicier content:


The story itself - ANGELIQUE:

It wasn't much of a day. Not warm, not cold, sun was shining, but not
that brightly. Even the wind seemed to be lacking something essential.
My guess was that it was lacking the movement of air particles.

I was sitting on the stairs of my house wondering what I should do
next. As already mentioned the day was dull so the best idea so far
had been to sit on those stairs for a little longer. Thereabouts I
reached the state of boredom where the reality vanishes and my mind
begins to drift, drift, and drift till it invariably gets stuck in
carnal pleasures, or how to get laid that is.

In my mind I began to imagine the dream date with highheels and all
when I had a weird feeling of dejavu: the sound of those same
highheels penetrated my preoccupation and I opened my eyes just in
time to see this ohmeohmy-goddess walking along the sidewalk in front
of me.

The ohmeohmy-goddess conveniently had porn industry standard 36C
breasts that made such lovely mounds on her blue silk shirt. As I
noticed her ample breasts were not encumbered by such unnecessaties
such as a bra and so her firm nipples were pointing against the fabric
of her shirt my manhood was awakened.

As her steps took her past me I got to admire her blond hair cascading
on her back. I also let my eyes caress her slender legs all the way I
could see. I must admit though that neither could held my attention
too long as my eyes got stuck to her swaying hips clad in tight
miniskirt. Obviously I had to follow her to get my eyes back.

As I kept my hungry gaze on those buttocks moving inside that skirt,
which I was ready to eat off her by now, I heard casual *rips*. It
took me a moment to realize it was Little John trying to break through
my jeans. I had to change my manly stride into stiff steps in order to
keep them from breaking.

As a lucky strike I got a moments rest as she entered a street cafe.
As she disappeared from my sight for a movement I felt an utter loss,
but also got a chance to breath again. After letting my agitated pulse
to drop below 200 too I ventured in the cafe.

The establishment was smaller than it seemed and before I was able to
adjust myself I got stuck between a table and a customer. My only way
of escape was backwards and as I took that step I fell on a chair. As
I was a bit shaken I stayed there and let my eyes wander around the
cafe looking for the foxy lady of my dreams (with the highheels) but
*gasp*! In vain!

"Haven't we met before?" a smooth, and yes, definitely husky voice
asked from another side of the table at which I was sitting. I quickly
called my eyes back before they wondered off altogether and shot them
at the source of the voice that had made my testicles whine - that is,
if they could whine.

It was her, ohmeohmy-goddess aka the foxy lady of my dreams (with the
highheels (which, though, were hidden under the table at the moment)).
I looked at her without believing my eyes. My eyes swore it was the
true sight I was seeing, so I decided to gape at her with my mouth
opening and closing in a rather moronic way.

Her blue eyes, oh so blue any self respecting summer sky would have
been jealous of them. And those eye lashes: one so seemingly innocent
lash of those made me feel like a row boat being waved by a passing
yacht. Her nose then! Her nose was so cute I could have given couple
of toes just to suckle on it, or dare I think, to slide my tongue in
her inviting nostrils!

Her lips would have been too much to look at so I turned my gaze
towards the table instead. The impression she had pressed on my mind
was so overwhelming even my macho side couldn't come up with anything
but a grumble _hey, isn't that MY line?_

"Remember me? Angelique? We met at the party last week," she told me
and offered her hand. Taking her hand in mine was like Adam taking the
apple from Eve, only this time I entered the paradise. Her hand was so
soft at first I was unsure if I had squeezed empty air instead.

"I'm uh Tom," I said trying to remember the party. All I remembered
from last week was that I had missed a couple of days and had had a
terrible headache.

"Yes I know," she said. Of course she knew. She had to know 
everything. Did I feel silly? Yes I did. I was also uncomfortable 
aware of the awkward silence peeking at us in the horizon. She was, 
however, better at the small talk than I was (Of course she was, isn't
that clear by now?) and asked "were too drunk to remember, huh?"

I mumbled something affirmative getting suddenly very worried: I tend
to do silly things even when sober, and so if I was really pissed. I
crossed my eyes and closed my fingers.

"I can't believe you don't remember me," she said and giggled, "after
all, you made a pass on me."

There. I gave up. This gorgeous star of my (wet) dreams right there 
and everything was already lost. I blushed so violently that an 
audible pop was heard from my pants caused by the vacuum the suddenly 
shrunken manhood of mine left when all the blood rushed to my face. I
made some muttering noises and tried to escape before it was too late
but she didn't let go of my hand.

"Hey, what's the hurry?" she asked. For a moment I was afraid to react
in any way; her hand was still holding mine and that was just fine, 
but I was afraid she might smolder me with snide comments of my lame
behavior. When nothing happened, I relaxed a little and took a
cautious look at her. She smiled and sipped her espresso with those
red luscious lips of hers. A quick mental image of them circling
around my steaming rod made the blood gush back to where it belonged.
It was a game of high stakes, and a sudden wave of lust made me say 
_hit me_ to the dealer of divine cards.

"So... er... what happened?" Sure I had just received courage, even if
it was just a loaner from my boner, it just had made no improvement to
my social skills.

"Well, we talked," she slowly said, but judging from her mischievous
grin she left something crucial out. After a moment of thought she 
glanced around before moving her chair closer to mine. Temperature 
rose approximately 40 degrees. She took my hand in hers and gently,
yet firmly placed it on her knee. Naked knee, remember, she was
wearing a miniskirt?

I gulped, but just for the show I attempted to show a broad smile.
Vaguely I realized precum oozing out of my magnum 45. After the
artistic pause she said:

"At first you placed your hand on my knee like that."

"Oh," I uttered. _At first_ had a very very interesting sound to it.
And she was game. I grabbed a mug of hot coffee from an innocent 
customer and downed it quickly. The burning sensation helped me to 
regain my focus.

"And then?" I even hazarded to say.

"Then," she replied while moving my hand upwards on her creamy thigh,
"you did this."

"Oh I did?" I asked and quite spontaneously tickled her tender skin 
with my fingertips. She let out a sigh and shuddered in pleasure. A
quick check on thermometer showed another increase of 30 degrees.

"Oooh yes," she said, licked her lips and continued, "you did..."

One uneducated in hearing bad news might have thought the trailing off
at the end of her sentence had been merely sensuous, but I was wiser.
I knew it hid a _but_. I didn't have to wait for long.

"But then you passed out," she stated matter-of-factly and brushed my
hand off her leg in a similar manner. My heart sunk somewhere around 
Titanic until I realized she was up to something.

"That's no way to treat a lady!" she said poutingly. However, if she
had been a puppy she would have wagged her tail, leaned forwards in a
invitation to play, had her small tongue handing from her mouth, drops
of saliva glistening on the tip of it before splashing into the pool
of drool already on the ground. Anyways, my dream seduction scenario
#69 had a similar situation so I quoted myself:

"Is there any way I could make it up to you?"

"Well," she said her voice amplifying it's husky tone, "maybe there 
is."

"Anything, I only want to please you!" _YES!_ I yelled in my mind
(which is relatively hard considering there are no voice organs 
there), _this is going exactly as in the script!_ I was already
forming _I'll get the cab_ in my mouth as a response to her following
comment.

"Lick my shoe!" she suddenly said and her doll face (the inflated 
kind) spread in an innocent smile as if she had asked me to pass the 
salt. _Now, now_ was my first thought to the matter. _My, my_ was the
next.

"Well?" she demanded as she leaned towards me. Now my shameless gaze
was able to crawl inside her shirt and make out the curves of her
cleavage. I still was very much against the idea of licking anyone's
shoe but it was Mr. Big in my pants that did the commanding now. I 
grabbed a napkin which I dropped on the floor next to her feet - I 
immediately dived after it.

There I was, under the table with the pair of out of this world legs,
so slender and sexy they must be illegal in several southern states of
America. If she hadn't had her legs crossed I would have probably 
forgot to wonder the scene, but since she did have her legs crossed I
quickly glanced around. Since nobody was able to see, well, hopefully,
I gave her dagger highheel shoe's leather a couple of tentative licks.
She giggled and pulled her foot away.

"I forgive you," she said, and just as I was backing my way up she
decided to change her legs; what a tease! In my hormone dictated rush
to get a glimpse of something highly interesting I forgot two things: 
it would have been too dark to see anything anyway, and that it hurts
to hit my head on the bottom of a table. Holding my aching head I 
tried to get on my seat again, this time I succeeded.

"I'm sorry," she said and leaned over to give my forehead a kiss (and
yes, letting my eyes to drink from the vastness of her soft naked
curves), "but you are so cute."

_She thinks I'm cute!_ I thought to myself unable to believe it.
Apparently my ears are as honest as my eyes though so there was no
other explanation: she thought I was cute. My spirits rocketed sky
high (several ufo sightings were reported) and if my trusty ol' gun
hadn't been restricted by the jeans, or well, physiology too, it would
have followed.

"Do you think I'm cute?" she had to prompt me before I returned to 
this world. Cute is not the first to come to my mind when I want to 
describe a divine mirage such as her, but I decided to play it safe.

"Yes, absolutely," I said, hesitated, then with a shy smile I added, 
"gorgeous."

She smiled back at me as our hands found each other again. It was just
lovely as it was, I just can't stop if there is a chance of anything
better, or in this particular case much better, much much better, much
much much better, much ad infinitum better. Slyly I let my other hand
land on her knee again. She shivered and closed her eyes, which I
took as an invitation and moved my hands slowly along her thighs until
I reached the hem of her skirt.

She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. With her chest
visibly heaving now I felt her other hand touching mine and
determinedly guiding it under her skirt. My hand trembled from
excitement as it found its way between her thighs, I was able to feel
her radiating warmth on my hand. My lingering hand on her tender skin,
caressing and feeling, seemed to go on happily forever. Still the 
happiness was only temporary, it was to be replaced with ultra
happiness.

I suddenly realized her other hand, the hand that had given me the
free of way with her skirt, was about to give me more joy: it was 
located on my thigh, busy fingers quickly locating the bulge my 
heady-duty club made on my jeans. Her soft touch had electrifying 
effect on him, twitching in its confinement, squirting more of the 
precum. Apparently some of it had gone through my pants as she made a
little *oooh* and pulled her fingers back in wonder. I was just able
to see that there indeed was some moistness on her finger before she
sucked it in her mouth. The mere sight made me whimper and I wanted to
somehow please her too, so I eased my probing hand closer to her
inviting warmth.

There, I felt a tickling touch of her soft hair, I felt a satin fabric
of her panties. As I let my finger move along her panties she moaned 
softly even though she tried to stifle it. And then I felt a moist
patch on her crotch revealing I wasn't the only one leaking from the 
excitement. She whined again and opened her legs more to give me a 
better access - which I immediately used by sliding my fingers under 
her panties. She nearly panted by now and had hard time holding her 
seat, but luckily nobody around us had yet taken any notice of it.

Now my fingers were engulfed in a warn tangle of her pubic hair, the
soft touch of it felt incredibly exciting as I pressed on to caress 
her tender lips of love. She had her eyes closed, she was making 
involuntary whimpers, and when my fingers made their way between the 
folds of her magic box she shuddered as the first waves of pleasure 
were getting ashore.

When I pushed in a finger in the heavenly opening of hers I felt
another kind of wet wave on it. She was flooding and I didn't want to
let that go to waste so I thrust two fingers in her. While I made love
to her with my fingers, I felt her hips shake in a struggle against
complete abandon. I moved closer to her, hugging and thus covering our
little secret.

I began to nuzzle her neck never ceasing to finger her. I kissed her
earlobe, gradually increasing the tempo of my intimate caresses. It
was getting clear her orgasm wasn't far away anymore, and as a final
encouragement I simultaneously slid my tongue in her and smoothly bend
my fingers to reach for her g-spot. That did it, and she let out a
small scream and trashed her hips forwards as the orgasm hit her with
its marvelously plentiful force.

That also made us the center of the focus for a dozen or so customers
and two waiters. She blushed and snuggled under my arm as she finally
realized that too. I quickly removed my hand from the insides of her
and as swiftly hid the dripping wet fingers in my pocket.

"She's feeling sick," I stammered to the curious as I collected
Angelique up with me. We made a hasty escape out of the cafe, and out
of the neighbourhood as well, until we both suddenly burst out into
silly laughter - which incidentally collected us another audience.
That, unfortunately, made us laugh even louder.

To be continued (if and if and but and er... the likes)

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